Collaboration #10 with Brayton Price
Loneliness! Thirsty historian!
Moves beside moving water,
Fills my bathtub with invisible voices.
Sheltered beneath deeper greens
of a cud swollen, unsound mind,
but no one will ever know this.
They think of me sometimes too kind
but cruelty is saved for myself,
as unforgettable names perish from sight.
Although, who I am is unclear
my future appears to shrink with years,
as a round sky melts into rain-light.
You’ll also find Brayton’s latest poem at his Facebook page. It’s a beauty, as always .